Some of you know that as an illustrator, I am particularly fond of picture books. For fun, I went browsing for anthologies on beasties last week. Here are some goodies I pulled off various shelves: Spinster Goose illustrated by Sophie Blackall,
One of the things Max and I used to do to amuse each other was draw. As a preschooler, Max would request a bus, a truck, a pigeon. Whatever he asked for I’d bang it out with a crayon. Sometimes we’d collaborate.
Ten-year-old Max has been hankering for a kitten. He says my place is lonely with just the two of us. I keep considering it. I do like cats. Max has a cat already at his other apartment with his dad. Her name
I am mommy-blogging today. I like playing with food. This Whatever Wednesday post is inspired by an old journal entry of mine from April 14, 2007 (Max was 2): We made “play dough” cookies the other day—brightly colored cookie dough to sculpt
Isn’t it ironic that as parents, people spend all this energy encouraging children to eat, and as adults, people spend all this energy dieting? We worry, “He’s so skinny, you can see his ribs,” and then spend hours in front of the mirror imagining